Page 93 of Moving Forward

I roll over until I’m braced above her. I breathe her in. She always smells perfect. Heavenly. I could dive into her and never come back up. “You still smell like a mixture of sex and old person.”

She tilts her head to the side, not letting her eyes drop from mine, and takes in a long, drawn-out whiff. “No, I don’t. You’re lying. Do I really?”

I drop my face to the crook of her neck. There’s no way she doesn’t feel just how much I want her right now. She brings her hands up to the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. “I’m joking here, Peaches.”

That blush deepens, creating a path I’d really like to explore with my mouth right about now. I really don’t think my balls can tighten any more. Shit, I need her.

“Now you know what I want,” I say. “I’ve got some damn good ideas if I do say so myself.” I push myself off her and roll off the bed. “And just so you know, you could smell like feet and I would still want you.”

She takes the hand I offer her. She giggles as I practically pull her into the bathroom. “So, does that mean I can stop bathing? It’s such a chore.”

“Clothes are such a chore. Why don’t we stay naked all the time? It’ll make our lives so much easier.” I pull at her shirt hungrily. If we were naked all the time, I’d never let her leave my place. I’d be perpetually hard, fucking her like a madman.

I finally get her shirt off and start working on mine. My fingers freeze in the middle of undoing a button when Max’s small hand cups my cock through my pants. My breathing speeds up, and holy motherfucking shit, I almost go right off in my pants like a fucking teenager. “Max. What are you doing?”

“I—I don’t know. I wanted . . . wanted to make you feel good,” she tells me nervously. “Is that okay? Should I . . .”

Trying to ignore her hand on me is damn difficult. All I can think about is reaching down, plucking her hand off me, and slipping it inside my pants. “It’s more than okay. This is something I definitely want to try. But right now, I need you. I need to be inside of you.”

Her eyes light up and something tells me she may seem timid and unsure now, but it won’t be long until she’s the one holding the cards. When that happens, I’ll be more than happy to let her take control.

“Shower.”

She takes my one-word command exactly as I intend. She bends over to turn the water on, giving me a beautiful view of her fantastic ass. She steps inside, the curtain falling to hide her so she’s just a shadow. Getting in there with her, removing that layer of material between us, is top priority.

“You would not want to do anything with me if I smelled like feet. You probably wouldn’t even want to be in the same room as me.”

Damn pants. Whoever thought it would be smart to put a button and zipper on jeans, I wish I could hunt them down and kill them. Makes taking them off so frustrating.

“And if I did smell like feet . . . such language! Cain.”

“Shit. Wait . . . damn it.” I didn’t realize I’d been cussing up a blue streak. “There we go.”

I free myself of my pants and step inside the shower with her. I take her face between my hands a little too eagerly. “I missed you,” I tell her. “Obviously.”

“Not as much as I missed you.” She grins.

“Less talk now, okay?”

“How does this work, though? I mean, I know we’re not in here to shower, but logistically . . . ?” she asks, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

I shake my head. I haven’t really thought about the logistics. To be honest, I don’t care. I just want to show her how much I love her. The shower seemed like the best place at the moment. Albeit challenging. But I’ll beat any challenge if it means making her feel good. “You’re fine, Peaches. In fact, hey, this is a first for me too. We’ll figure it out together. Awkward as it might be.”

I don’t give her any time to reply, just walk her back until she’s pressed firmly between me and the shower wall. A little jolt travels through her at the light impact, making her gasp. I have no choice but to capture that gasp with my mouth. My tongue doesn’t waste any time entering her mouth, plundering all she has to offer. Taking her, making her mine, is necessary for my survival.

My hands travel down her back until I’m cupping her butt, kneading my fingers in tandem with my tongue. “Turn around and lift your leg,” I command, breaking away from her to plant a trail of kisses down the base of her throat. She does as I say and I help her hold her leg up with my arm.

With nil finesse, I enter her, plunging as deep inside of her as I can go, groaning out her name. Goddamn it, she’s heaven. The way she feels wrapped around me, tight and hot, almost custom-made, is perfect.

I roll my hips, finding the perfect angle so I don’t drop her. The motion makes me curse and Max leans her forehead against the wall with a moan. I pull out then slowly sink back inside of her, and then repeat the action. “Fuck,” I groan, going in so gloriously deep we both shudder. I let my other hand travel between us to stroke her clit, working to get her as high as I am. I fuck her harder than I mean to, but my body’s acting on pure need. She just feels so perfect, and she belongs to me. She’s mine—fucking mine.

As I gain momentum, I slip a few times, but I don’t think it would matter if I fell. I wouldn’t stop. I’d risk broken toes, arms, legs, whatever. During one of my stumbles, I have to slip out of her almost completely to steady myself. When I enter her again in one quick, hard thrust, hitting her walls in just the right place, she goes off like a bottle rocket, screaming out my name along with a few holy-sounding things. She tightens around me, her muscles trembling, and that’s enough for me to join her.

With a groan, I erupt inside of her. I drop her leg and lean forward, pinning her between me and the shower wall, my head sitting in the nook of her neck. Max massages the hand I’m bracing myself with. I’ve never been this spent. Sex with Max has been mind-blowing, but this was completely different. It was on a whole new, unexplainable level. An out-of-this-world level I didn’t think existed.

She carefully turns and presses her lips against mine. “That was perfect.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.”

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